The Forgotten Island

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(LIsten, I haffta go. But, this board with be opened for a long time. These kind of boards are the kind that you can come back to.)
 
"Yeah, I'm not sure where I am going," Laira said bending down to touch the water.

(Um where do pokemorphs come from?)
 
"Nope my family just was never there... Come to think of it I don't know my family..." Laira said. "I really have no set friends, or a place to go." Laira then sat down and pulled a whistle out of her back back. She began playing it...
 
can i join I want to be a fire morph

name:Jesse

Gender:male

Morph:Blaziken

Here is Jesse`s Dicription.
Hair:blond :D
Eyes:blue with red pupils :dead:
Age:10 :\
Personality:fine most of the time but can be very fierce and mean when he needs to be. :rambo:
 
Jess walkes up th the two girl`s and says "hi I am Jess who are you two" just as he stops talking he starts to get small flames around him.
 
(fine with me)

Laira then looked around to make sure no one was looking and turned back into Lugia and began swimming under the boat.
 
Jess walked away and went into his room and turned into blaziken and went outside to blaze away the chicorita he met earlier.
 
"You did, did you," she seemed deep with thought, "My mother had it once, poor thing. She was once held captive by Team Rocket, hasn't been the same since then. She threw it into the ocean, saying that THAT was the cause of her troubles..." her eyes flash back to a faint memory;

Darkness, her being lifted up into the air by a winged creature, its white wings flapping steadily. Taking her to a place. It getting shot down, her getting captured. Lights, everywhere. A long needle, peircing her skin. Scientists. Her mother rushing in. Her transforming into a Pokemon...

Sam shook her head. Only mere memories,only that...

Or was it?
 
"Would you like to have it?" Laira asked. "I don't need it," Laira looked out at the Wingulls flying over the boat.
 
Sam looked at it, the memories seeping through her mind.

"Lugia!" the young Sam cried, watching the creature fall into the ocean. Tears streamed down her soft face. Strong hands grabbed her, pulling her to the Helicopter. She was taken to a new room, once she arrived at the Lab. A Espeon hooked up to a machine, a needle peircing Sam's arm, her mother rushing in...

She shook the memories out again. But, she couldn't rid the fallen face of the Lugia. Sam looked at the Flute, her eyes scanning it. It was her's, she couldn't be mistaken...

But did she want it back?
 
Laira held out the flute. "If you want it take it," Laira said. She looked at Sam. Sam looked slightly sad. "So how did you become a pokemorph?" Laira said looking at Sam.
 
"I understand," Laira said. "I became a pokemorph when I was born. I was dropped in the ocean by my mother... on purpose. She didn't want me. I was picked up by a Lugia and was raised by it. My parent was a Lugia. I could morph into a Lugia because I was raised. I don't know why it just happened." Laira looked at the water wondering what happened to her adopted parent.
 
"Where is this boat going anyway?" Laira asked. She looked at the people on the boat there weren't many of them.
 
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